Melrose wasn't about this whole Quidditch thing. Quadpot was way more cool and popular no doubt though really wasn't that why he'd picked Quidditch instead? If he had to play a sport, which his Dad was convinced he did, he'd be better off playing the one no one watched. Now that he was here though, Melrose couldn't help but notice the team and other kids trying out seemed to be almost entirely girls. Really pretty girls.
Deciding it'd be way worse to bail out now that the pretty girl captain had addressed everyone, Melrose steeled himself as best he could before he had to step forward and announce himself. "Melrose Miller, I guess I'm trying out for chaser," he said weakly, clambering onto his broom. Flying at least he could do, the rest of it he guessed he'd find out. Thankfully, he didn't have enough energy to be intimidated by all the girls on the team when all his focus was going to holding onto his broom with his left hand as he got an arm around the quaffle. And dropped it immediately.
Groaning, Melrose swooped down to grab it again, fumbling until he had a secure grip and hoping no one saw that. How did anyone fly straight with only one hand? Taking a breath, Melrose made it over to the hoops, his shot immediately and easily blocked, but at least he'd made one. He took a few laps to shake out his nerves before catching the quaffle again, repeating the process. No goals were scored, but he thought he might have come close when the sun got in the keepers eyes at one point and he'd bounced the quaffle off one of the hoops. At least he tried, Melrose thought grimly, and if he didn't make the team, Dad could take it up with the school and leave him out of it.